Ian Tronco

Rookie (Philippines)

Confusions And Lost Traditions - Poem by Ian Tronco

I dream,

a world of familiar faces,

like a look back at childhood days,

yearning for lost traditions.

A Tear,

that has never left my eye,

reflects the world as it passes by,

It’s all confusion.

A friend,

that has long cycled by,

his laughter still remains,

no barriers or partitions.

A girl,

that seems to fit the picture,

like the last piece of a puzzle,

a mystical potent potion.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010



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